Oh, Annie, I'm so sorry. I'm looking at my beloved Ariel (17 yr old) and Isaac (16 yr old), with tears in my eyes. I know they're closer to the end than the beginning, and that my day to let them go will come. My heart aches to think of it, and I snuggle and pet them whenever I can, and try to remember not to yell at them when they decide that 3 AM is a great time to have a meowing contest.

I know you'll ache for your beloved kitty, and also be comforted that she's free now of the body that could no longer help her spirit. The body we love so much gets worn out and can't keep on. Our final act of love while they're alive is to free them. And still, the heart breaks. When it's time, you'll love a new kitty so much, lavishing on her all the love you wish you could give the one you just let go. But know that your sweet kitty had such a good life, secure in your love.

Take care,

Lise